Nev
The day I'm writing this my cat, [Nev](https://imgur.com/a/I7bd3kt), passed away.
I wondered if I should post this or really anything anywhere about it but I feel like he was such an important part of my life and the best friend I could've asked for that if I didn't share it I would be doing him a disservice.
Like I imagine most pet owners will say, he never felt like a pet. He was his own individual person. He's arguably the only person on earth that could be as grumpy or as hungry as me. He would expect his meals presented to him, even if the bowl was already full you had to walk over with him and tap it before he'd eat. He'd sit at the front door waiting for you to open it for him so he could leave, or wait at the kitchen window to be let back in. He would only drink his water out of a cup or the shower floor. Heaven forbid you had chicken for dinner, or bacon, or anything with butter, or milk, or anything salty. He was also partial to taking a swipe at you or bite you when his royal highness wasn't in the mood to tolerate your presence any longer. I hope I'm appropriately conveying how high maintenance this little shit was once he had moved in.
And I honestly wouldn't change it for the world. When we first got him he'd bite and scratch at you like you wouldn't believe, and frankly it made it impossible to get along with him (probably didn't help I was so jumpy trying to avoid him getting me all the time), but with time we both figured it out and he became the sweetest cat I've ever met. You could smother him with hugs and kisses and he wouldn't move an inch, just purr like the worlds loudest car engine. I think that's the thing I'll miss the most, just having someone in the house that doesn't care what you're going through or how you're feeling, you can always just find which bed or box or any other assortment of random, frankly uncomfortable looking, sleeping spots and he would just be happy to have you there.
He never liked to be alone, he would get grumpy if you were constantly petting him mind you but he'd love to just be in the same room as you. If you were sat at the kitchen table talking he'd jump up and sit right in the middle, or if you were in the livingroom he'd sprawl out on the rug, just watching everything going on around him. He'd love to sleep on my bed, to the point if I wanted to use it I'd be relegated to the edges or uncomfortable angles (greedy bastard hogged all the space). It was a never ending war.
I take comfort in the fact we shared the bed a final time Wednesday night. He meowed at the door to be let in, once in he wandered around battering into my legs to get my attention before finally settling at the foot of my bed and stayed there sleeping while I was at my desk. We had the usual shoving match when I tried to get in but eventually we figured out a somewhat comfortable arrangement. That is to say incredibly comfortable for him, rather uncomfortable for me. He stayed with me the entire night and even had a long lie in with me the [following morning](https://imgur.com/LM3AhWP). He seemed happy the entire time.
I get that most of this might just crazy ramblings or awfully told stories but I'm struggling with if I did enough. If he truly knew how much joy and love and happiness and everything that comes with that that he has brought me and that I felt for him, even during the worst points of my life. And I hope beyond hope that he felt the same way or at least just knew how amazing and special he was. I hope that he knows he changed my life forever. I hope he was happy.
I love you forever lil buddy